Boats Against the Current


The title of this blog comes from the closing sentence of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

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Let’s break out a map. Not the old out of date one that shows where we’ve been, but a crisp new one that shows where we might go.

Leslie Knope — I kinda think this is how I should end the epilogue to the thesis.

Tangents Magazine ›

The anthropologist C. Todd White has been uploading old issues of the limited circulation west coast homophile publication “Tangents”. There’s some great material that hasn’t seen the light of day in at least a few decades and the cover images are fantastic.

I should note that White’s recent book Pre-Gay LA makes for enjoyable reading, even if it does include a rather substantial error in its brief discussion of the ECHO conferences. 

Thesis: A Status Report Part Deux

I went through the introduction again to tighten up my paragraph transitions, add additional footnotes, and fix some syntactical errors. I think it’s ready for final printing now.

I’ve produced a rough draft of the first of two body sections that deals with the birth of the Mattachine Society in LA in 1951, the dissolution of the national organization in 1961, the development of MSNY and MSW as independent organizations, and, most importantly, the ECHO conferences of 1963-1965. The second section will address the development of social movement “campaigns” and “repertoires” (including pickets, sip-ins, etc) by ECHO affiliated organizations, the birth of the GAA. I think I’d like to move the first annual Christopher Street Liberation Day Parade to my conclusion where I can discuss the blending of the movements and tie all of this together again with Social Movement Theory and Taylor’s abeyance model.

Otherwise, all is well. I’m consuming liters of coffee, E and I had a few chances to chat over the last few days (which made me intensely happy), and I stole/procured a pile of pasta from a faculty development meeting so that J and I don’t starve while we edit. 

So…Shit. I think I’m over halfway done with all of this madness now! HORRAY!


John F. Kennedy, Gore Vidal and Tennessee Williams skeet shooting in Palm Beach (1958)


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Thesis: A Status Report

I haven’t talked to anyone apart from J and E for the last three days, I haven’t washed my hair in two days, and I haven’t had a proper bowel movement or eaten much more than a banana and a bowl of FiberOne since yesterday. My eyes have never been this out of focus before (definitely need to get them checked really soon), I’m developing a homicidal hatred of sirens, and I have consumed a truly disturbing amount of coffee.

…But the thirty page introduction and fifteen pages of the body are now ready for final revisions.

Next up? Five-ten pages on the ECHO conferences of the early 1960s, fifteen-twenty pages on the NACHO meetings, the GAA, and the first Christopher Street Liberation Day Parade, and approximately ten pages by way of conclusion (these have already been partially drafted).

…And then it’ll all be over!

When it’s all written out like that it seems insane, but I have a few weeks left, and I’m relatively confident that I finally know what I’m talking about now so panic can pack up and go home. 

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